Julian allowed himself a smile. So essentially, I cheated my way to godhood, and now I need to do the homework I skipped to make it legitimate.
The system actually laughed. That is... not an inaccurate way to phrase it, Host.
I can live with that, Julian decided. Better to be a flawed god than dead.
**
After breakfast concluded and the dishes were being cleared away by the servants, Julian stood from his seat. His movements drew the attention of everyone at the table, but he focused on three particular faces.
"Seraphine, Lyanna, Cassandra," he said, his tone carrying an authority that was impossible to ignore. "Follow me."
The three young women exchanged glances. They then rose from their seats without question.
"Where are you taking them?" Regina asked, though there was amusement in her voice.
"Just a little father-daughter bonding," Julian replied with a mysterious smile. "We'll be back soon."
